He didn’t ask for selfies.
Nathan smiled. « I remember the things that matter to you. »
No one had ever made me feel so seen.
A year later, he proposed.
I said yes before he finished asking.
At our engagement dinner, I met his aunt Margaret.
« I remember the things that matter to you. »
She was widowed, older than Nathan’s mother, and soft-spoken. Her residence helped with meals and medication, but she managed her own money.
Halfway through dinner, she patted her pockets.
« My glasses are missing. »
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